Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.

And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.

About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."

[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]

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[okteiviakom]

"That sounds like a mess waiting to happen."

That comment did... not entirely sound like a complaint, despite the phrasing.

[my_own_advocate]

"A good mess," Lucifer said, beaming. "And very yummy."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "I think I'll take your word for that."

There were two pieces left on her plate.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "You know there's this fun trick where you cut a hole in a watermelon and pour in vodka," he mused. "The fruit absorbs the liquor, and then you eat the watermelon."

[okteiviakom]

"That sounds like a waste of a good watermelon."

Another bite.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's like an edible watermelon cocktail," Lucifer argued. "Quite delicious, honestly."

[okteiviakom]

"I like watermelons a lot more than I ever liked vodka," Octavia retorted. "Pass."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're tough to please in the 'alternative uses for fruit' department," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe I just think the primary uses are perfect as they are?" Octavia suggested.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I'm aware you are an essentialist at heart," Lucifer sighed. "But the uses you enjoy are extremely enjoyable, so I can't fault you overmuch."

[okteiviakom]

"You shouldn't fault me at all."

Last bite. Though she made sure to thoroughly use it to get all the remaining chocolate sauce off the plate, first.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her, enjoying the gusto on display. "Oh, shouldn't I?" he teased. "You are the ultimate arbiter of all things fruit?"

[okteiviakom]

Look, she'd been the ultimate arbiter of a lot of shitty things in the past, might as well be something good for once, right?

So, Octavia simply said, "Yes."

And popped that final bit of roti into her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

"Duly noted," Lucifer said with a laugh. "I can't say I shan't speak against you again, but I will keep your expertise in mind."

[okteiviakom]

"Just don't put vodka in my watermelon and we'll probably be fine."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer held up his hand. "I solemnly swear not to put vodka in, or on, any of your watermelons."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's chuckle was something of a rough sound.

"I guess I can buy that."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer threw her a merry wink, and dug into his own last bite of roti.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia watched him, quietly.

Just... taking in the details. Of him, so light and easy across from her.

[my_own_advocate]

It was. Easy, right now. Sure, there was a sense of tension underneath - would she, or wouldn't she? - but they were together and they weren't getting tripped up on some terrible bit of trauma. Just dinner, and company.

He swallowed a bite and sat back, taking his glass of wine with him as he went. "That hit the spot."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's smile went a little crooked. "It was a good choice."

Her choice, actually.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, you may congratulate yourself appropriately," Lucifer said, completely honestly. "You have fantastic taste in Thai food."

[okteiviakom]

"Thanks," Octavia said, as smugly as she dared. (Which wasn't very.) She picked up her glass, which still had a little bit of juice in it. "I've had practice."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, and took a sip of his wine. "Can I pick next time?" he asked. "Or am I now forever overruled?"

[okteiviakom]

"You can pick next time," Octavia replied, with a little snort - and casually rising from her seat. "It's fine, we can take turns."